My Anchor || Stiles Stilinski

Chapter 15: Wolf's Bane

Scott, Stiles and I are currently sitting in Derek's black Camaro, Scott driving at about 128 kmph. Why were we going that fast? Well, let's just say that the police found out that Derek is alive and they want to find him because somebody decided to frame my brother for mass murder! I'm not bitter... But I do have a right to be. So now Scott is driving us, us pretending to be Derek to throw the police off and we are going to go pick Derek up who is running from some hunters. Good times, good times. "Faster?" Asked Scott who looked as if he were about to faint bu the adrenaline was keeping him conscious.

"Much faster." I said after looking back, only to see that the car behind us was slowly but surely gaining speed on us. Scott sped up a little but we were still not a comfortable distance away. "Scott, I love you but I don't think you're grasping the concept of 'Car Chase' here." I pointed out bluntly.

"If I go any faster I'll kill us!" He defended himself, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

"Well if you don't go faster, they're going to kill us!" I yelled casing him to flinch slightly and my expression to soften for a moment. "Come on Scotty, you can do it, okay? I trust you. We trust you." I finished pointing between Stiles and myself. He took a deep breath and went even faster, shifting up a gear.

We finally caught up with Derek and we pulled over, the police following us long gone by now.

"Get in." Stiles ordered as he opened the door for my brother who was very puffed and sweaty, not to mention smelled strongly of B.O. Eww, I know it;s not his fault but it's still gross when he was right in front of me.

"What part of laying low don't you understand?" Scott criticized him as soon as we took off again. Derek and I both gave him a 'WTF' look.

"Damn it, I had him!" Derek yelled as sson as he recovered from Scott blatant and annoying statement.

"Who, the Alpha?" I asked, shocked that he actually found him.

"Yes! He was right in front of me, and the freaking police showed up." He stated with an annoyed sigh, I grunted in exasperation. So close...

"Whoa, hey, they're just doing their jobs -" Stiles started but was cut off quickly by both Derek and I's strongest death glares. If looks could kill, he would be 6 feet under by now. Then I'd bring him back though... Because I know that I'd die without him. Don't tell him I said that though, he'll get a big head. ;)

"Yeah, thanks to someone who decided to make him the most wanted fugitive in the entire state." I declared, giving Scott a look.

"Can we seriously get past that? I made a dumbass mistake. I get it." He retaliated. I know I give him a lot for things but he deserved this. I'll lay back a bit. Maybe.

"All right. How did you find him?" Stiles said trying to defuse the tension in the car between all three werewolves. Derek looked a bit skeptical for a moment, still not entirely trusting my best friends.

"Can you try to trust us for at least half a second?" Scott asked. Derek gave him another look.

"Yeah, the three of us, not just Alex." Stiles leaned forwards just to get a hand hit him on the head and push him back onto me. "Or just her. I'll be back here."

"Look the last time I talked to Laura, she was close to figuring something out. She found two things. The first was a guy named Harris." Derek explained.

"Our chemistry teacher? Why him?" I asked, not having any idea why Harris would be involved in any of this. Probably just so he could yell at us about it...

"I don't know yet." Derek answered me with a slight shrug of his broad shoulders.

"What's the second?" Scott asked with a small tint of defeat lining his voice.